In the ward, no one from the Yang Family dared to speak.
All they did was stand there, quietly watching Lin Fan perform acupuncture.
After all, the ability to restore Mr. Yang’s heartbeat with just a cup of water was too powerful.
This was definitely not sothing that Western dicine could treat.
All Lin Fan did was pinch a silver needle and quickly insert it into Mr. Yang’s body.
His speed was astonishing.
It seed as if he was skimming the water like a dragonfly, and soon all ten silver needles had fallen into the specified acupoints.
"Is that it? It looks so impressive!"
"Why do I feel like he’s just randomly inserting them?"
Those layn around could only watch the excitent.
If Li Yizhen were here, he would certainly be utterly impressed.
Because today, Lin Fan used the Yin Yang Five Elents Needle.
Just his accuracy in pinpointing the acupoints and his speed,
No one in Dragon Country could match him.
"Done."
Only when the tenth silver needle was properly positioned did Lin Fan finally straighten up.
However, the people around were all astonished.
"Mr. Yang hasn’t woken up yet, should we insert a few more needles?"
As the eldest son and the person in charge in the family, Yang Tianfang’s expression was serious.
He did not understand traditional Chinese dicine but knew that serious conditions required an increased dose.
"Do you think this is the City God Temple where you’re stabbing effigies? The key to acupuncture lies in the smooth flow of blood. Mr. Yang has a severe heart condition, and being too hasty could backfire. Even if you manage to revive him, at most, he would only last three to five more days."
Lin Fan rolled his eyes at him and continued, "Your family’s history of heart disease stems from incomplete blood vessel developnt in the right atrium. It wasn’t a big issue when you were younger, but as you age, the complications are sufficient to trouble him severely. Therefore, I used a slow treatnt thod to seal the pathway and stimulate the blood vessels anew. Although it won’t heal quickly, it allows his heart to gradually eliminate the stubborn disease."
"How long will it be before Grandpa wakes up?"
Yang Linglong’s face was filled with anxiety.
As long as her grandfather remained unconscious, her heart would keep hanging in suspense.
"It should be about an hour. This period of impact on the blood vessels will ensure he doesn’t suffer from this condition for at least ten years. You all stay here and watch him, absolutely do not let anyone touch the needles, or else all our efforts will be in vain. I’m going out for a smoke."
Unwilling to stay with the Yang Family mbers,
Lin Fan said and then stepped out of the ward.
He found a deserted place and lit up three cigarettes.
Whether it’s the Yin Yang Five Elents Needle or Qin Thirteen Needles, they all belong to the Qin Needle technique.
This kind of redy with potential backlash required mastering the thod of unloading the force to avoid being hard by the technique.
While it looked like Lin Fan was just smoking, he was actually performing this very step.
"This kid isn’t just fooling us, is he?"
Even though Lin Fan had managed to make Mr. Yang open his eyes with just a bowl of water,
Yang Tianqi, who had been suppressed by Lin Fan, still didn’t believe him.
"Uncle, haven’t you already seen his heaven-defying dical skills? How can you still say such things now?"
Yang Linglong’s face darkened slightly with dissatisfaction.
He had witnessed the magic of traditional Chinese dicine, yet he still refused to believe it.
"Perhaps it was just a brief revival, or maybe it was a coincidence. Regardless, I’ll keep my doubts as long as Mr. Yang doesn’t open his eyes,"
Yang Tianqi said, keeping a cold expression.
After all, deep down, he still did not like traditional Chinese dicine,
Nor did he like Lin Fan, who made him look bad.
Luckily, this ti Yang Tianfang did not speak.
Instead, he sat there, tightly holding his father’s hand.
"The experts are here!"
Just as the Yang Family endured their agonizing wait, a flurry of hurried footsteps ca from the corridor.
Following shortly, three doctors in white coats entered the ward.
They were the experts from the provincial city.
Delayed by a traffic jam on the highway, they had just rushed over.
"This is Professor Wang from the provincial capital’s cardiology departnt, known as the top surgeon. This ti, he brought two assistants. Hurry and take Grandpa for a check-up. If there are no issues, he can have the surgery!"
Yang Wending, Yang Tianqi’s son, is also a doctor at the hospital.
It was also him who helped contact the most famous doctor, creating the opportunity to invite him over.
"My father is so old, can he still undergo surgery?"
Yang Tianfang was sowhat worried.
After all, many elderly people can’t make it off the operating table.
"Don’t worry, I’ve been practicing dicine for over forty years and there hasn’t been a disease I couldn’t cure. Leave Mr. Yang’s matter to . As long as the surgery is successful, Mr. Yang can live at least another five years."
Professor Wang stepped forward and approached the bedside.
Looking at Mr. Yang’s emaciated appearance.
Just as he was about to proceed with further examination, he noticed ten silver needles on his chest.
"What is the aning of this? Why is there an elent of traditional Chinese dicine in a Western hospital?"
"These were placed by the traditional Chinese doctor we just had co in."
Yang Linglong hurriedly explained.
"Ridiculous, Mr. Yang has a myocardial infarction. Right now, the most crucial thing is to perform surgery. What can these useless needles do?"
Professor Wang frowned.
If it weren’t for the money, he wouldn’t have co all this way.
As he spoke, he was about to remove the silver needles from his chest.
"You can’t remove them. Just now, my boyfriend said these silver needles absolutely must not be touched; otherwise, it could be life-threatening. Moreover, he guaranteed that Grandpa would wake up in an hour. What if you ss with the needles and cause trouble?"
Yang Linglong urgently tried to stop him.
If Lin Fan said to wait an hour, then an hour it would be.
"You believe in such charlatans? Since you trust traditional Chinese dicine so much, why did you even co to a Western hospital? I’m warning you, Mr. Yang’s condition is extrely critical, and he must undergo surgery imdiately, or he won’t even have a chance to be saved."
Hearing this, Professor Wang’s eyes widened.
He, who had such strong confidence in his Western dical education, despised those itinerant traditional healers the most.
In his view, all of that was nonsense.
"This..."
Yang Tianfang, unable to discern which was more crucial at the mont,
could only look towards his younger brother.
After all, they were blood brothers; he needed to make a decision.
"I think Professor Wang makes sense; most of those charlatans are deceivers. We can’t joke about Dad’s life, I agree with Professor Wang’s suggestion to proceed with the surgery imdiately."
Yang Tianqi had always been dissatisfied with traditional dicine.
Moreover, having had a fallout with Lin Fan, he was even more distrustful of such sorcery.
"Alright, don’t hesitate any longer, or it will truly be too late."
Professor Wang spoke sternly with a dark expression.
He had co hundreds of kiloters just to save a life.
Little did he know, upon entering the room, he would face a challenge from a traditional doctor.
This was sothing he could not accept.
"Alright then, let’s follow Professor Wang’s advice!"
Ultimately, Yang Tianfang chose Western dicine.
"Dad, you saw it just now, Grandpa clearly improved, so let’s wait a bit longer. If we remove the needles now, wouldn’t all our efforts be in vain? The needles cannot be removed!"
Yang Linglong glared angrily at her father and uncle.
With things having reached this point, how could they still be so resistant to traditional Chinese dicine?
"A re needle, what harm is there in removing it? If sothing goes wrong, I’ll take responsibility!"
Professor Wang snorted coldly,
contemptuously removing all ten silver needles.
"Ah... ah..."
But as the last needle was removed, Mr. Yang suddenly let out a cry of agony.
Following that, he started foaming at the mouth and convulsing on the bed.
This was hundreds of tis more painful than torture.
Hearing that cry of agony, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
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